Kayton: Husband's talents in kitchen appreciated

Mar. 4, 2013

“I’m making savory crepes and stuffed peppers this weekend,” my husband announced. I doubt he expected an argument from me, and he certainly didn’t get one. “Yes! Cook whatever you want!” It was settled.

On Saturday morning, while I was teaching, my husband took the kids to two different grocery stores to buy the goods for our dinners. Let me tell you something about my husband: He does not take shortcuts with recipes. If I find a recipe with 10 ingredients but we only have seven of them, I cut my losses and make the food as is. That doesn’t fly when my husband acts the chef.

On Saturday, my husband started making the savory crepes at around 5 o’clock. I have a tendency to hover in the kitchen trying to make myself useful. Usually, I’m just in the way, so I kept out of his hair and sat on the couch watching a show. We sat down for dinner after 6, and the crepes were amazing.

First of all, they’re crepes, so you know they’re gonna be good. But then he added shredded, seasoned chicken with pepper jack cheese. My husband finished it off with a white wine gravy that was made with more than a few tablespoons of butter. Every bite was the perfect blend of cheesy, salty, savory goodness. I had seconds and the beginning of thirds. This meal was hands down the best thing my husband has ever made for me.

The kitchen, of course, was a disaster. That’s also fairly commonplace. Kitchen Aid parts were strewn all over the counter along with a dusting of flour and every measuring cup in the house. I couldn’t complain, though. My husband cleaned everything up on his own. All I had to do was feed the dog and take him out. Delicious meal with no cleanup? I’ll take it.

I love when my husband cooks. He uses some of the most decadent recipes, thanks to Guy Fieri, and really takes the time to make them right. I, however, get to simply enjoy the results of his hard work.